Move Over Rachel Ray
August 30th, 2010
Alright, Rachel Ray. You’ve had your day in the sun, but now it’s time for Miss Mouse to move on up in the ranks of budding chefs. My girl loves to putz around in the kitchen while I’m cooking (often choosing to sit ON my feet whenever possible) and I finally let her help make pancakes on Saturday night.*
I was inspired by this picture of me, circa 1983.
In answer to the obvious first question: yes my parents actually did feed me. I have no idea why you can see my ribs so clearly. And, given that what I’m rolling out is a wonderful, buttery sugary breakfast biscuit treat known as “stack-ups,” it doesn’t appear that our diet lacked calories. But I digress…
On Saturday night, I plopped an ecstatic Mouse on the counter top next to me and let her have a go at stirring the pancake batter. The pancakes may have been just a wee bit tough due to her enthusiastic mixing, but no one minded.
Meal preparation apparently agreed with her, because at the pool on Sunday, Miss Mouse set to work busily stirring buckets of water with a sand castle shovel. When I inquired what she was doing, she replied – “I cooking!” And just what was she concocting? “Peanut butter for daddy.”
There you have it. Pool Water Peanut Butter — recipe appearing in the next edition of Better Homes and Gardens.
* Yes, we were having pancakes for dinner. I’d taken the SAT that day. I earned them.